Mei Wanying was terrified. The moment she saw Pei Yan, the taut string of her nerves suddenly went slack.
Help had arrived...
Mei Wanying's tears fell even faster.
"What took you so long?"
His sharp gaze swept over her from head to toe. Seeing no blisters on her, his tense nerves relaxed slightly.
Holding his daughter in one arm, he freed his other hand to wipe the tear tracks from Mei Wanying's face.
Pei Yan said softly, "It's my fault. I came too late."
Heaven knew how terrified he was when he received the news on the road that Lingling was gravely ill.
His limbs had gone weak, and he could barely hold the reins. He, a man who had galloped across battlefields for years, had nearly fallen from his horse.
He had known this same terror when Ah Yin was abducted.
He wished he could sprout wings and fly to Ah Yin and Lingling's side in an instant.
Held by a scowling stranger, Ling wailed in fear, but after a few sobs, she was too weak to cry anymore.
